Driving up to the automatic car wash, the anniversary dinner bet was on. The conveyor track began pulling the car forward and before we got to the pre-soak, Stacey was kneeling on her car seat. In an instant, she had released my cock from its confines. When we reached the foaming and scrubbing, she had me squirming in my seat.

The jet spray signaled the rinse and Stacey sucked my cock with passionate abandon. I desperately tried holding back, knowing the dryer was next. Just as the blowers stopped, I felt my balls empty their load.

She sat up as we exited the dryer, “Maybe you’ll win next year, Jack.”

We were going to her choice, Eddie V’s Prime Seafood for our fortieth anniversary.

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